Out of this light into a greater light.
James Still
A Country Death
She once said that her mother
Had seen far-off light that came
Closer, or she closer to it, until
Her tired heart had started again,
And a year later stopped forever.
And her own eyes now are two
Glints of a strange luminosity
Like foxfire, like the glazed eyes
Of an animal far down the road,
Struck still by approaching light.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2012-01-23 at 21:31
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